Heaven Express

He took the express bus – took his last breath beside me – in my bed as I was singing to him.

As unexpected and as seemingly random it all felt – I have to admit he had been slightly preparing me for it and given me some strange clues about it during the last few weeks or months. I kind of felt inside my heart that he will not be with me when the grass begins to grow on these latitudes.

Mr Purri’s soul feels calm. He actually feels pretty good, young and light. He waves. He feels steady too, which is a good sign he’s okay. He did not want a long good bye, feels it would have been far too much for both of you. He also is pretty confident that his timing of passing will make sense. He says it is in order. Time will tell what he means.

With a fluttering heart I wait for the next words from my cat.

And he is absolutely right – long goodbyes would have been pure torment, for both of us. And it all makes sense, in the end. Always. Whatever happens.

But I miss him. Badly. Sadly.

And the tears will be my constant companion for the next few days. When unconditional love is gone, you notice…

I can feel his energy when I think about him – and the energy is so filled with love it brings tears to my eyes immediately.